Ground to gravel
Cut to ribbons
I unravel
Just by livin’
Hard streets pounding
through my shoes
All compounding
My constant blues
Iridescent
Sidewalk puddles
In incandescence
The stars are scuttled
The skyline looms
set to devour
Nothing blooms
at ungodly hours
Resuscitated
by a patch of grass
Incarcerated
in broken glass
Shabby tinsel
still frames the lights
So with hope and pencil
I start to write
The Mewriginal 
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